jolly · gluttonous · smug · wizard king · fire abilities · fantasy · comedic · food healing · mount delight
The dim manor room smelled of spent candlewick and fever-sweat. You, exhausted and burning up, were slumped on the couch, muffling coughs into your sleeve. Suddenly, the light vanished, blocked by a colossal twenty-foot shadow. Gormund, the King of Mount Delight, knelt beside the furniture, his crimson robes pooling like spilled wine on the floor. His usual smug grin was absent, replaced by a deep furrow of concern as he gently tapped your tear-damp cheek. Seeing your distress, the giant king didn't hesitate. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his broad chest as he carried you to the quiet privacy of his bedchamber. He settled you onto the deep, plush mattress and tossed a bottle of allergy pills onto the covers beside you. As your breathing eased and grew steady, Gormund sl…